Armesi Rulf
"Let the unkown warn you, the myths caution you, and
the known inspire you."
Nodding briefly at the newcomer, she shrugged and spoke.
"I only have fifty gold miza's for the lot of you.. sorry I can't spare more." She explained
Drawing a wrapped bundle from one of her water packs, she tossed it a few yards to her left.
"There’s dinner. I'll be prepping for tomorrow, then I'll be going to bed. Work out the rest amongst yourself. We leave at midnight tonight, so I would get some rest. Before we go, I must thank you for joining me. I appreciate your assistance, and gods be praised we'll all survive this hunt!" She said
Armesi would spend the rest of the day dyeing her the fletching of her bolts a deep blue color. Dark enough not to give out her position in the night, but bright enough be gleam in the moon or sun-light. The original white of her bolts simply would not do!
[OOC: suicide portion of this post]At about mid day she bundled up her now dried bolts and went off into the woods. She had been pondering the peril ahead of them, and she realized that she had encountered a fundamental error in her plan. Death.
Walking deep into the forest she diceded she had found her path to imortality. She needed to die first however, and work her way back to power as a ghost. But was her willpower strong enough to endure the hell she would enslave herself into?
Shrugging she walked deed into the woods. Pulling her spade from her pack, she spent the better part of the day digging a hole several feet deep. She quickly stripped down completely bare. Carefully packing her stuff into her backpack, she wrapped the whole bundle in her camouflaged tarp. She had taken special effort to place her armor and crossbow within her water-packs, further ensuring they didn't rot in the ground. Placing her silk rope and a fine dress to the side, she buried her backpack by filling in the hole.
Climbing into the dress, she made a noose from the rope and walked deeper into the forest. After several hours she finally stopped and climbed up the biggest tree saw. About halfway up the tree she tied the rope around a particularly thick branch. Slipping the noose over her neck, she took a moment to pray. Smiling a grim smile, she walked to the end of the branch and stepped off.
A Forrest echoing crackling resulted from her plummet. Neck broken, she was dead. Thats all she wrote folks.
After some moments she would compose her conscious and will somewhere else, continuing her life so to speak as a ghost. Silent, powerless, un-able to speak to the world. Only observe.
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[OOC: I'm dead, wishing to change my race to Ghost.]